Page 6 of The Wronged Omega

I watched as the Alpha guards maneuvered all around in their own vehicles, and soon, they were off. How Gerard left without saying goodbye to Ellie was another shiv to my heart. Even my estranged family wasn’t that cold when we were together.

The forest around us was quiet, and the soft breeze chilled my skin, increasing the dread I felt deep in my gut.

I didn’t turn around. Instead, I stared off, wondering what was going to happen but not having the balls to ask, that was if any of them could understand me after magically producing a key to the cuffs still gluing my arms together.

Footsteps sounded along the porch, leading inside, but still, I didn’t move. If I was going to make a break for it, now would be a good time, but without hands, I’d probably fall and crack my head open. Decisions, decisions.

“Are you going to stand there the entire time? We are deep in the forest at night, so who knows what will come out for a snack.” Odie. That meant Cy was the one who had gone inside.

I stood there for a moment longer, trying to find my words. Turning to her, I shrugged, having no way to communicate just yet.

Odie and Cy were my captors now, but at least I had Ellie with me. I didn’t know her very well, but she was sweet and the closest friend in age I’d make out here. Five years wasn’t a lot in the long run, but it was enough at times. Maybe I would teach her ways to irritate our wardens, and she’d teach me the newest teenage slang so I could add it to my annoying repertoire.

After walking up the steps, I stopped beside Odie, who was staring down at me. I quirked a brow as she had done before, waiting for her to ask about why I hadn’t spoken—or signed in my case—and hoping she’d relieve me of that burden. It wasn’t a secret. I’d gladly tell them the tale of how my entire bloodline had been cursed for generations, going further back than any of us truly knew, but if they didn’t want to know and didn't ask, then I wasn't spilling the beans. They could think what they wanted and ignore me the entire time I was here. That was fine by me.

Her eyes, which I could now tell were a pale hazel, turned to slits as she appraised me, eyeing me up and down. She might not be as tall as Cy, but that didn’t stop her from looming over me. A shiver ran up my spine, but I was determined to believe that it was the wind again.

“Turn,” she commanded, and with hope filling my body, I did so without hesitation. In the next second, the metal cuffs fell from my wrists.

Pulling my arms in front of my body, I rubbed the aching joints, then stretched my arms above my head, shaking out my shoulders before turning back to Odie and signing thank you to her.

Her head cocked to the side as if she was contemplating something a little too hard, then she nodded and signed back, “You’re welcome.”

I kept my surprise at her ease with signing to myself as she held her left arm out to her side, signaling for me to head inside. I took a deep breath as Odie followed along behind me, closing the door and sealing us all in for who knew how long.

Night one on lockdown had begun, and with every step I took, my irritation grew and my mood dwindled to a piece of sour candy frozen in lemon juice. I sighed and reminded myself that if I was fed and given a bed, it wouldn’t be all bad, but my hopes were not high.

Chapter 4

Mine

I stood just inside the door, taking in the main room as Odie moved around me, ignoring my presence otherwise, just as the others were doing, before disappearing down the hall. Apparently, I was less of a threat than I thought I was.

Ellie was off somewhere, and I hoped that’s where Odie went and was filled in about the situation so I wasn’t in deep water right off the bat. More so, I hoped they believed her.

Cy was making something in the kitchen area to my left. There were white counters, dark wood cabinets, and a stainless steel oven along two-thirds of the left most wall, ending in a large fridge. The long island sat across from it, holding a farmhouse-style sink and enough room for five barstools on the other side. They were simple dark wood, high back barstools that matched the cabinets.

In the corner was a built-in nook with bench seating, a table, and a few extra chairs. Cy moved to the bench after she was done preparing whatever it was that she was making. I couldn’t tell if it was an average smoothie or one meant to give a boost of protein, but either way, it was a light pink, and the glass held more than I would be able to drink in a single sitting, but that didn’t stop me from craving a glass of my own.

On the other side of the room was the living area. Along the outer wall was an oversized green and brown couch with various throw pillows and blankets strewn around it. A smaller, matching two-seater had its back to me, and two beige, wingback chairs with a pattern I couldn’t discern from this distance filled out the other side, surrounding a wooden coffee table with magazines, two empty coffee cups, and a laptop sitting on top of it.

The far corner looked like it led to a hallway that I couldn’t see down and the stairs to the second floor, and along the back wall were a few doors that I assumed led to a garage or perhaps storage closets of some kind. It was a large cabin with plenty of space for two Alphas plus two handfuls of people.

It was overkill, but if I had the money for it, this was what I would want too. I’m sure someone comes out and cleans it top to bottom every now and then too. I grimaced, hoping that job didn’t default to me while we were prisoners.

I twiddled my fingers in front of my body as I looked around, and scuffling and muffled voices resounded down the hall. I assumed Ellie was caught snooping, and I wasn’t certain on how strange I should find that. She must know Cy and Odie better than I thought.

I hoped she showed up soon though or someone told me what happened next. All I knew was that we were stuck here with these guards. I was choosing to view myself as a guest in some way and didn’t want to go about as if I had been living here for years like I assumed they had been. It felt lived in enough that I didn’t think this was a recent move, or maybe they had always had this cabin as a getaway. There were many possibilities, and I had to stop myself from listing them all inside my head.

Truthfully, I wanted a large glass of something to calm my nerves, but I also needed to be aware of what was happening around me until I knew the full story. I’d settle for a glass of ice water or lemonade and one of those throw blankets wrapped around me. Of course, that would be after they gave me some details about where we went from here.

Did I have a room? Could I raid the fridge and pantry or even ask for specific groceries to fit my needs? What were the rules of being a partial captive, a captive that was a nuisance from the sound of it? The most pressing question I had was if I would have fresh clothes because underwear was a one day sort of thing, and I could really use a shower and a change of clothes to melt away some of the stress of this situation.

My shoulders relaxed at the thought of a steaming hot shower with a citrus infused steamer, then Cy startled me from my little daydream.

“Are you going to stand there all day?” Cy spat out from her spot in the corner, and I met her blue gaze from across the room.

Was I? If it irritated them, maybe, but I was certain I could find other ways to annoy everyone if needed. There was plenty of time to kill, and I had nothing else to keep me occupied, especially if they weren’t going to serenade me with the long history of the Primarchy so I wasn’t in the dark any longer.

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